I was pulled to the side as a mound of pillows was arranged in the middle of the bed and I was lifted face down onto them with my bottom raised in the...air. I was tied back onto the bed,; I don't know why because I wasn't going anywhere, but the fact that I was captured in this position for their sexual pleasure heightened the sensations that were running through my head. Up to now I hadn't any idea what was to happen until I felt a cock press against my anus and slowly started to ease its way. Marion made an excuse to leave the room, and sank back against a wall. What was wrong with her??The next few months, she claimed illness. Any excuse to be away from her son, she took. Her parents took it as the long-overdue grieving process finally catching up, and happily looked after young Tom for her. She tried everything—she read, she went out with friends, she painted. But all the time, the thought never escaped her. "Pleasing your son turns you on."Had I seen the first years of Tom's. Mark was stroking himself now as she opened his door. Anexcitement ran through him that he didn't understand. There was nobody insight. He stepped out in his high heels, looked back at her and walked tothe front of the car. He looked around and then he began to masturbateunder his skirt as Cindy sat in the car smiling and watched. His summerdress and high heels sandals did nothing to shield him from the cold. Hishair was in rollers, and he felt so self concious.Mark began stroking himself. You are a teenage girl and right now you are doing the teenage equivalent of living dangerously. You are keeping company with an older man; but because of that we won't be going anywhere where your friends are or doing anything that your friends are doing. I figure in another week or so you will get to missing your friends and I'll be history."I said that knowing full well that even though she was acting twenty-five she was still only seventeen and would think like a seventeen year old. She.